LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❻ R e d a s b l o o d

Don't, don't you try taming the storm.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

S T A R K

(Y/n)

I can't breathe.

My hands and feet are cold, my whole body is shaking, my throat is dry because I gasped so much for air, but I cannot breathe, someone please help me.

I struggled to wipe the blood off my eyes with my fingers, then groaned in pain, the wound on my eyebrow hurts real bad. I want to go home, someone please help me.

This time he tied both of my hands with ropes, my ankle was chained to the wooden table. I tried to untie myself, but it was all too tight.

The door opened up once again, I froze, put his hands close to my lips, staring at each of his movements.

He was shirtless when he turned around to close the door, I can see the wound from his head that I hit him dripped blood down his back.

I flinched every time he made noises, tears in my eyes made everything so blurry, but then he walked over to me, sat right in front of me on the cold floor with a box of bandages.

He opened it up, then took a glance at my lesion. His eyebrows twisted, then he poured pure alcohol on cotton.

"I have better equipment, but I usually don't work here..." He muttered something I couldn't quite understand.

Then, gently, he wiped my blood off and cleaned the wound.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked.

I gave him no reply, didn't dare to even move my lips with fears that he will make him angry.

"This is not how I imagine it--- but I'm glad. Can't believe you're actually here... with me." He smiled, it was like he has a switch to change his emotions from warm to another so quickly.

"I don't want to hurt you... you know." He muttered, unpacked a plaster. "But I can't stop myself, so--" He cleared his throat. "So we can get along, I'm going to warn you."

"...."

"Don't make me angry. Okay?"

"...." I nodded, a drop of tear rolled down my cheek.

"Say it out." His raised his voice a little. "Say. It. Out."

"I-- won't make you a--angry." I stuttered out.

Then the stern look on his face disappeared and suddenly he looked like an innocent boy. "Thank you... thank you."

He stared at me lovingly for a little then smiled softly and got up, he walked over to the human size mirror, tried to look at the back of his own head on it.

"God... Now, I'll need to think of something to tell those morons at school. Help me think of something (Y/n)."

"..." I stared at him, still with tears, but it was as if he didn't notice any drop of it.

"Can't think of one?" He said. "I'll go with I fell downstairs then." He put on a shirt.

"Peter."

He froze, then slowly turned at me. "Yes?"

"Peter Parker... right?" I asked.

He nodded, then sat with me right again.

"Any middle name--?" I finally calmed down and now I put on an act.

"Benjamin. Peter Benjamin Parker. Why'd you ask?" He knew something was fishy, I had to play it better.

"Just want to know, that's all. See, Peter... I have a family, and I disappeared like this, they're going to be worried."

"..." He looked at me, I didn't know if he knew what I was trying to do.

"If I could... maybe, call them, it will be fast I promise, and I will give your phone right back."

"I can't (Y/n)." He said sharply. "Took you here is how I cut you from the rest of the world, you need to stop thinking about them."

".... No. Peter please, This is not right."

"What is not right is you, on the stage, wearing tights for those disgusting bastards to look at. But not anymore."

"I need to talk to my father please, I'm all he's got, like how you're all I got." I convinced him, bent my face near him, please, trust me, Parker, believe my lies, please.

"Are you saying that... you want me to take him down here too?"

"No!! Just-- I want to talk to him. One last time." I begged.

He looked at me, confused and hesitated. People like him are not in their right minds, they will believe what they want to hear right? I hope my acting was real enough.

"I'll think of a way to make that work." He sighed.

I exhaled with a soft grin, there's hope, I can get out of here. "Thank you, thank you."

"But, now, I have things to do." He told me. "Meanwhile you might want to take a bath and change, you don't want to be in that towel all night..." He muttered, then put the broken plates into the bin.

"Peter."

He turned right back and took out--- a really sharp pocket knife from his pocket... He had it this whole time, he could've used it on me.

"The chain on your feet is long enough for you to walk outside to this room that has a bathroom, after you're done you change with clothes here, then go back to your room, okay?"

"..." He led me outside to another room, but the second room also has a lock on another door.

"Make yourself at home, because it's going to be your only home. And you will never get to leave it."

"...Peter."

"And oh." He cut the rope loose from my wrist. "If this time I come down and you hit me with something again..."

"..."

"I'll cut your fingers off so you can't grab on things."

B A R N E S

Bucky Barnes had enough of today, he took off his boots and put it on the shelf, for his coat he hung it on the hanger.

He unpacked his dinner he bought from the market then microwaved it, after he ate he spent his time on the couch, watching football games, he supposed to be cheering for his favorite team, but instead, he couldn't stop thinking about all the victims.

Who's the killer? The only thing Bucky know about the psychopath is that the killer knows who Bucky is, and where he lives. It makes thing so much harder, he needs to make sure he has a gun with him all the time, and under his pillow when he sleeps.

Maybe he shouldn't have brought Steve Rogers into this mess, but it's what the FBI suggested, Rogers knows awful lots about these murderers, he will know how to track the Spider down.

Bucky shut the TV off, he lives alone so the house is even quieter, he needs to work early tomorrow so he should get to bed.

He took off his clothes, walked inside the bathroom, look at himself in the mirror, then sighed and opened up the shower curtain.

He was about to put his feet in the tub when he shouted out, then fell back with eyes widened open in it.

"JESUS f*****g CHRIST." He yelled.

In his tub, more than a hundred brown recluse Spiders was inside, they laid eggs and webbed up, it's movement and sound made Barnes shiver.

Bucky looked up and froze in fear, reading the writing on the wall, as red as blood.

TRY AND CATCH ME AGENT